Outcast (Part 3)

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I’ve been here for three years. I’ve grown to love Moondancer, but I doubt the feeling in mutual. I don’t think he’s loved anyone since his family was murdered. I’ve discovered my powers. I can see in the dark, without the moon. I can hear like a cat. I can hover. That’s my favorite. I’ve gotten in trouble with Moondancer because of it. I like to hover over him while he’s working. It annoys him.

“Moondancer, why don’t you speak about your family?”

“I do not like to.”

“You need to talk about it. It will help you deal with the loss.”

“Do not speak to me as if I am a child!” he snapped.

“You don’t scare me, Moondancer.”

“Would you feel the same if my hand was around your throat again.”

My hand flew up to my throat instinctively.

“I do scare you, Moonbeam.”

I couldn’t speak.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

I flew out of the room, grabbing the water bucket on the way out. He seems to think I’m his servant. I suppose I confuse him. I do everything he tells me to. I got the water. On my way back, I thought up a speech. I never got a chance to say it. Moondancer was standing in front of the cave with a short man. I didn’t try to eavesdrop, it just happened.

“She’s down at the river.”

“How much did you want for her?”

“Seventy-five.”

I gasped as I realized what was happening.

Moondancer and the man looked my direction.

“She’s prettier than you said she was.” the short man sneered.

“What’s going on?” I asked as innocently as possible.

“He’s taking you back to your home.” Moondancer said indifferently.

I set the bucket down. “When?”

“Right now.”

I looked at Moondancer. “Now?”

“Are you going to repeat everything he says, or can we go now?” the man tossed Moondancer a pouch.

The next thing I know, I’m tied by the ankle in the back of a wagon. Why did Moondancer sell me? Where am I going, because I know I’m not going home.





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